Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.